"You were never there for me, mom?" I cry. Mother just stands there.

"I was there." she says.

"You weren't there for me. Mom, I cried every night, and no one cared. Nobody knocked on my door to ask if I was alright?" I say, my hands shaking.

"I love you."

"Yah, and how am I supposed to believe that?" I ask, raising my hands in a late-surrender. I grab my bag and walk out, kicking the front door shut behind me. Mother runs after me and catches my arm.

"You can't leave." she says.

"Then make me stay." I growl.

"Please, stay." she says, wiping her eyes.

"Right, and why should I? So, you can be the perfect bully? No thanks." I say, softly.

"Your dad needs you." she says, to my back. I stop walking.

"How could you let him talk to me like that when you knew it tore me apart?" I ask, without turning around.

"He loves you." she points like thats what I needed to hear. There isn't anything she can do to make me walk back into that prison.

"Whatever." I mutter as I continue.

"Don't do this, your father won't like it! Come back this instant, and I'll forget you ever tried to get away!" she yells. I pull my bag onto my shoulder and pull out my phone, for the time. 7:48.